<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529667" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Roman Gravemounds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By Rome's dim relics there walks a man,<br>Eyes bent; and he carries a basket and spade;<br>I guess what impels him to scrape and scan;<br>Yea, his dreams of that Empire long decayed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Vast was Rome,' he must muse, 'in the worlds regard,<br>Vast it looms there still, Vast it ever will be;'<br>And he stoops as to dig and unmine some shard<br>Left by those who are held in such memory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But no; in his basket, see, he has brought<br>A little white furred thing, stiff of limb,<br>Whose life never won from the world a thought;<br>It is this, and not Rome, that is moving him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And to make it a grave he has come to the spot,<br>And he delves in the ancient dead's long home;<br>Their fames, their achievements, the man knows not;<br>The furred thing is all to him - nothing Rome!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Here say you that Caesar's warriors lie? -<br>But my little white cat was my only friend!<br>Could she but live, might the record die<br>Of Caesar, his legions, his aims, his end!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Well, Rome's long rule here is oft and again<br>A theme for the sages of history,<br>And the small furred life was worth no one's pen;<br>Yet its mourner's mood has a charm for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529667" data-title="The Roman Gravemounds de Thomas Hardy" data-description="By Rome's dim relics there walks a man, Eyes bent; and he carries a basket and spade; I guess what impels him to scrape and scan; Yea, his dreams of that Empire long decayed. 'Vast was Rome,' he must muse, 'in the worlds regard, Vast it looms th..."></div> </div> </div>

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